Rossem’s capture had been lightning-quick. Anything less and the elf would have visited a most terrible vengeance upon Phantom. The villain lounged in the morning sun, stretching out on the riverside chair and flexing her extremities. 
            She certainly wasn’t out here getting a tan; no matter how long she spent in the sun, her ghost-white skin would never blemish or fade. It meant that she could lounge on the riverbanks of the Fourth Kingdom resort for as long as she wished, enjoying the sun and the warm wind washing over her for hours at a time. It was a distinctly human experience - to feel lazy, and to enjoy the sensations of sunshine and lethargy.
            Her recent acquisition, on the other hand, was anything but human. She stared out at the landscape from behind a pair of dark sunglasses and a wide sun hat. Eventually she mustered up the energy to flick open a channel to her trusted associates.
            “Ms. Seshat, is the guest in his room?”
            “He’s all settled in.”
            Phantom didn’t need to respond verbally, instead sending a mental command to her associate directly. She knew that her subordinate jackal was already feeling the warm hug of ma’am’s hand around her neck- an affectionate tug at her collar. She knew that Rossem would keep for quite some time, but she knew that if she didn’t get the process started by noon, she’d never get around to him.
            The elven rake floated in the air. A soft blue glow silhouetted the man, filling the room with a diffuse blue light. He had his head resting on his hands and one leg crossing the other. He must’ve been caught while lounging in his bed, or on a horizontal surface somewhere. He might even have been grabbed while lying on a beach chair like the ones Phantom herself had been lounging on. He had a smug, self-assured smile and closed eyes.
            Catching him would have been a difficult task, but the Fourth Kingdom was no stranger to ‘VIP’ guests. He’d been fed different magical reagents for two days. A spring of basil slipped on to his dinner, a sprinking of oak root in his coffee, a dusting of ruby in his hotel-provided soaps - they had been fed to him so slowly he’d never realize it until Phantom’s trusted associates cast the spell to freeze him in place.
            If she didn’t know better, she would have said that he was conscious and simply floating for fun. But she did know better, and knew that he vas valuable beyond imagining.
            She nodded and returned to the beach. He’d be appropriately processed and dressed as per her specifications.
            The shore was somehow less relaxing. Maybe it was the noontime sun, or maybe she’d simply had enough lounging for one day. It was like waking up too early, yet being unable to get back to bed. Phantom eventually resolved to get some work done. When she had finished a tiny percent of what she knew she had to accomplish, she pawned the rest off on some subordinate at the headquarters and went back to the lounge. There, she sat back, took a deep breath, and connected to the Fourth Kingdom’s cameras. She turned in just in time to see the finishing physical touches.
            Rossem Klyn was an elf, and therefore a rare and valuable specimen. Long live and magical aptitude were traditionally ‘elven’ characteristics; his included a few outliers. Virility and a cruelly kinky mind were not ‘standard’ features. Yet they had drawn her toward him, inexorably.
            She wanted him preserved; perfect and sublime for all time. She wanted him as a beautiful objet d’art that she could show off to guests. She imagined him as taking the truest place of honor in her collection. Exotic smart-materials from the future, the cape and cowl of the now-vanished heroine known as “The Siren” (currently ‘volunteering’ her time in a MirageCorp facility), a glass of Redsang wine; all of these were valuable commodities, but none would ever be as beautiful as her elven pet.
            And yet… Phantom could be a bit too human. She wanted to have her cake and eat it too. She wanted to be able to use and play with her trophy. It wouldn’t do to simply have him sit on the wall, inert and preserved. It also wouldn’t do to have him free. He was a dangerous creature, one of desire and vengeful impulse. She knew that if he were free, she’d stand no chance. She already imagined him taking her between his legs, forcing her to his knees, and coating her over and over with his strange arcane power. He’d have her bound, gagged, coated, and enthralled in just a few hours; minutes if her willpower was weak that day. 
            Torn between the desire to have him as  a statue to glorify her power and the desire to have him, she chose to have him properly transformed into an instrument on which she could play both of her desires. 
            Rossem’s body was coated over and over in infused rubber and autonomous materials. She managed to see glimpses of that cute body being stripped nude and sealed up. His arms and legs were spread, then his form was sprayed from head to toe in increasingly advanced compounds. After the first, second, and third was complete, she could already envision the final product. Sprayed down with rubber and sculpted to a supreme and sublime state, Rossem’s body was nothing less than the purest of shining black.
            She could trace his masculine shapes through the dark rubber. His rump’s curves were perfectly preserved. Already she could see a gentle crack forming, sculpting and encasing each of his cute cheeks separately. Her lip quivered as she imagined slinking her hands around his smooth, shining rear to tease and molest him. His chest was svelte and slender, yet he still possessed all the muscles she so frequently fantasized about. Phantom could already feel it beneath her head; forcing him on to the bed and resting on that beautiful black rubber as though she were napping on the body of a Greek god.
            The personally-sculpted Adonis was still unaware as another coat was applied, sealed on, and tightened. It would be so thin that it would be a second skin on the elf - or thick enough to restrict all movement, depending on the settings of his coating. In fact, his transformation would offer two ‘modes’ based on Phantom’s mood and needs. When inactive, he’d be immobile and empty; when active, he’d be ready for Phantom’s service.
            It was a bit childish, but she still found herself blushing at the sight of his erect manhood. Although coated and shiny, it nonetheless teased her with particularly lewd thoughts. Ports for plugs and micro-scale stimulation suites would make sure that his reputation for virility and endless sexual stamina would be more than an empty boast. Phantom swallowed, and shifted her field of view away from his shaft and up to his face. 
            His magical trance wouldn’t be disrupted by her additions. Still, she almost wished he was awake. She wanted him to feel his identity get taken away. There was a cruel pleasure in knowing that he was going to lose himself, and that he had only her - his future mistress-  to thank. A pair of dark lenses slid over his eyes, covering his eyes entirely. Imagery of - his soon-to-be-goddess (who else but Phantom?) flitted over his eyes as it calibrated to his optics. His pointy ears were filled with tiny plugs which wormed their way deep into his ear canal, filling very carefully that sensitive and delicate of organs. An old saying said that “the fastest way to a man’s heart is his stomach”, but she begged to disagree. She would fill his brain with rubbery thoughts and hypnotic rhythms. Deep-penetrating audio would trick his brain with ASMR-like responses and physical triggers. She licked her lips. She’d seen him work his magic on others, coating their ears and diving deep to attune their minds and faces to his desire. The thought filled her with a malicious joy. Turning the same results - if not the methods - on this rubber-mage elf was delicious.
            On the subject of taste, all he’d be able to taste was rubber. For the foreseeable future, his mouth would be enclosed by a long and deep-throated control sleeve. It fit between his teeth and gums, coating and smoothing the lot of them out beneath its thick and flexible sheen. She already knew that his mouth and throat were being fully coated in a variation of his own magical ichor. That, combined with a few magical inducements of her own, meant that he’d truly be preserved and ageless. It was an exciting time to be a villain. 
            This particular sleeve also featured a sheath for his tongue, and options to make the entire mouth more flexible when needed. Even though she loved the strange, mysterious look of his black-coated lips and his wide-gagged mouth, Phantom recognized that she’d need that tongue flexible. She pictured stroking his forehead as his maw gaped open, ready to lick at ma’am’s womb with vim and vigor.
            With the sprayers and sealant finishing her job, she knew the last layer was about to come. She ordered the machinery and technicians to pause for a moment while she attended him personally. It was a sad thing to cover up that cute face of his. The elf’s skin was the luxurious color of honey wheat, and kept in fine shape. Phantom wasn’t sure if it was due to elven genetics of meticulous self-grooming, but either way - he looked good. The mistress leaned in forward, touching the frozen elf’s face. His jaw was propped open, his ears plugged, his eyes lensed and open. He looked quite spooky, in a way - like a possessed creature.
            The mistress kissed his cheek, then his nose, then those beautiful black lips. He was possessed - by her, and she had no intention of ever letting him go. She ran a hand down his cheek one final time. That memory, and the sensations within, were one she’d savor forever. 
            Not that he was going to be without a sense of touch, of course. Perhaps if he wasn’t too obedient and empty from the process, she’d show him that last recording and let the elf see what he had been - an independent, evil-loving rubbermage - and not her little trophy. 
            One day later, the final product stood in her bedroom. The elf had undergone final preparations and processing. His face was now obscured and smooth. His blonde hair, rubberized and coated, was still visible. It gave him a sense of identity beyond that of a simple statue.
            And, on many days, that would be what he was. A statue, and nothing else. When inactive, Rossem was, for all intents and purposes, a decoration. Entirely black save for the shock of hair atop his head, he stood in an alcove adopting a sultry pose. The material thickened and stiffened, and his manhood retreated into a pouch (resulting in a pleasant bulge between his legs). She stared at him quite often. He was a very distracting decoration.
            Phantom knew that he was ‘empty.’ Not at all in a bad way; his mind was intact. Yet no thoughts bothered his ‘simple mind.’ Statues weren’t there to talk or to think, or do much of anything. Truly, he was at peace like this. It was the greatest gift she could offer to an elf who’d lived a few lifetimes already - immortal peace and prosperity as a simple doll. The only thing that would go through his head was the occasional itinerant dream. Well, that and the mental conditioning.
            Visitors had remarked on the incredible likeness of her statue, and she’d only had him for a single day. This sort of praise was quite addictive! 
    “He looks so very perfect like this,” said one guest. Phantom had chuckled. “First of all,” she had said, “it is not a ‘he’. He’s not an elf. He’s just a statue; a thoughtless, brainless object.”
    “But he looks so very true-to-life! He’s been captured perfectly!” 
    This, too, brought her joy. He hadn’t just been perfectly captured - Phantom knew that, already - but he’d been “sculpted.” Deep down inside, there was always little toy waiting to break out. Besides, those visitors hadn’t seen the half of what he could do. This melding of magic and technology had brought her greatest fantasies to life.
    Even when dormant, the statue was enjoying a heavy diet of conditioning. All he knew was a silent and simple pleasure. His arousal was always growing, though, and she had seen to that. He was a powerful creature, and it would have been a shame to waste his talents. She’d let him stew a bit longer, though, saving up his potent seed for when she truly needed him.
     
    ***
 
            “How long has it been, oh elven trophy?” she asked. Rossem couldn’t say. He barely had any mind at all; he heard the words and understood them, but lacked the brain to respond. It wasn’t a command, and he didn’t quite understand. He was but an empty shell; a peaceful object for mistresses pleasure.
    “It could have been a week, a month, a year, or a decade. Maybe longer. Maybe you’ve always been my statue, and you just dreamt of the outside world?”
    Phantom laughed and kissed him on his smooth forehead. “Oh well. Doesn’t really matter. It’s time to take you for a spin.”
    His elven ‘eyes’ opened. Rubber parted, revealing the lenses below. A generous golden glow poured from his lenses. Phantom licked her lips. She knew that he was primed and ready for pleasure. Arcane purple runes appeared in a few select spots, channeling his arousal greater.
    This was the second part of her devious desires. He was encased and encased and so perfectly coated - and funneling his prodigious magical abilities for her own pleasure. All that obedience training, all that empty, simple pleasure as a statue was now sloughing away. His endless arousal had been pent up like a fine wine, and Phantom was ready to open him up. All that denial, all those kinky thoughts that had been suppressed was now bubbling to the surface. 
    His suit morphed, too, becoming thinner and lighter. He was alert, his back straight, and masculine. His manhood unfurled. A purple heart, etched in arcane glow, pointed unsubtly at his shaft. He was teased to the extreme, though with no brain to discuss it - nor any mouth to speak it. Phantom wondered what it must be like - to be so incredibly aroused and feel such peaks of erotic thrills as to be utterly mindless in his wants and needs. 
    The elf’s hands twitched slightly. Phantom made a note of that. Dolls and statues weren’t supposed to move on their own - not without Ma’am’s approval. The elf was strong in mind, body, and soul - despite Phantom’s best efforts! Luckily, she had a way to drain him of all that pent-up magic and arousal all at once. She fastened a tiny leather collar around her neck, one studded with a purple gemstone. It would allow her to channel all that growing energy as only she could.
    “On your knees, elf.”
    He obeyed without a second thought - or a first, really. What else could he do before Mistress?
    “Open your mouth.”
    Rubber parted, revealing his lips and seeking tongue. She took a seat on the couch and grabbed him by the rubberized hair. She jammed him forward, and he licked deeply and affecionately. She was greedy in her use of his mouth and rapacious in her desire for his flesh. She pressed deeply, moaning and squirming all the way. Her legs, spread wide, clasped around his torso and tugged him ever-tighter. The mistress leaned in to his oral servitude, grinding away from the couch and toward his face as she pressed him ever-closer. The elf eagerly serviced his beloved mistress.
            Eventually, she’d taken her fill. She lay on the couch as sweat pooled around her forehead. The rubberdoll knelt wordlessly. His job was finished, but his duty was never-ending. She ordered him back to his alcove and tried to rest in her afterglow.
            It wasn’t easy. Phantom drunk in the sight of Rossem’s form. He was a fun specimen to stare at, even if he was so still as to appear inanimate.
            After a few months, she adjusted his poses. One of her favorites was to have him squatting on his heels with his legs open and his manhood exposed - while holding a plain sign.
            ROSSEM KLYN - AGE 223
            RUBBERMANCER, MAGE, DOMINUS
     MISTRESS PHANTOM’S TOY SINCE 2018  
    There was something fun about seeing him like that, showing off his own doom to the world. She’d change it up by leaving his mask in ‘active’ mode, showing off those micro-plastic panes to the world. Swirls in his eyes showed that the conditioning continued nonstop. 
 
 
            For him, no time at all had passed. For her, it had been days. Phantom was an addict, though, and despite her love of showing him off she simply hadn’t been able to bring anyone else to see him. She was feeling greedy. She ordered him down from his display and his lewd stance, making a silent ‘come hither’ motion with her finger. 
            Maybe it was naked greed that now motivated the villain. She’d been using him for quite some time, yet always craved more. Each time, she’d take him and their couplings would be heavenly. She’d drain him dry - and she took great joy in it each time. 
            This time was different. Rossem had been pent up for an interminable amount of time. So had she. The magical energies contained within his cute little statuesque form were unknowable. When she ‘switched him on,’ the glow from his lenses was immense. He looked ethereal and strange, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to stay away. His mouth agape and gagged, his manhood erect and eager - and his whole body as sexy and sculpted as they day she’d acquired him. 
            With a mental command, any failsafes disengaged. Conditioned and complacent as he was, she wanted him to come at her with a savage arousal. He did so without ever questioning or even understanding the command.
            Rossem took her from behind. His was a powerful and furious libido, and she ordered him to bring her somewhere comfortable. He grabbed her hips and gently brought her to the bed, placing her back on it while he stood at the bedside. She rode him as she’d never done before. Endless pent-up chastity flowed away like water.
            She’d already climaxed when she let him ‘take control.’ That, of course, didn’t mean getting back his free will - that was for people, not toys - but she did allow him to choose the optimal configuration for the two. This meant forcing her to her knees and roughly going at her from behind. The mistress felt full. Rapid, constant drumming of him inside her made the madame’s toes curl.
            Phantom came again, then a third time. She let herself lose count. He had so much vim and vigor; limitless potential and an inconceivable virility. The mistress gave in to every fantasy she had, letting them flow from her mind and into his. He forcibly drove her deeper against the squishy bed, pushing her head down while continued from behind. He used his other arm to grab her wrists, keeping them together without missing a beat. 
            If, deep down, her toy craved this - so did she. She joined him in the animalistic heat that she’d trained him for. She was greedy, and as he continued she felt herself filled inside and out. Something magical took hold in a very literal sense. Black, shining rubber flowed from him to her, just as she sapped away his seemingly endless virility and mana.
    The elf didn’t mind. He didn’t think at all. He was moaning now, doing simply what he’d been taught to do. He was giving his greedy mistress the coupling and  treatment that she had so craved - and giving her a body quite similar to his. Curvier, to be certain, and clearly feminine… but with all of the arcane and wondrous effects of the suit in which he had been sealed.
    His tail teased her, its heart-shaped tip flitting around her nude inner thighs. It wrapped around his manhood as he took his time in stroking her rapidly-disappearing white skin. He took a short break to withdraw, and let his appendage continue while he rested. It rubbed, pressed, and coated her from the inside out. While unable to find her g-spot, it substituted it with an increasing pressure and tightness as a gooey rubber slickened around her body. 
    Phantom felt rubber welling from her mouth, mimicking the techno-bondage he wore. It sealed around her teeth and tongue before filling up wide. The elf sealed her lips into an elegant pout. She groaned and grunted, unable - and, for that matter, unwilling - to strike him to stop. She wanted this. It had been her command. His tail wrapped around her throat tight, teasing at her erogenous neck before aiming at her ears and diving in. Her orifices were rapidly becoming well and truly filled.
    Pumping, pleasuring, choking, and being encased; rubberized and helpless. Phantom didn’t know how to call it, because she could hardly think. The elven rubbertoy had resumed his duties. She completely lost count of how many times she’d come, and her mental faculties were becoming increasingly lost in a mire of erotic energy.
    She groaned. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure Her pupils went wide, and they glowed a bright, magical purple.
    Lenses appeared around her eyes as well. The last of her skin disappeared under a thick coating, as did her hair. Changed, transformed - and enjoying it, delighting in it. Whispers filled her ears, drowning out silly ideas of fighting or escape as he pumped more and more inside her. 
    The elf’s face was frozen in stoic, blank silence. Phantom’s became a symbol of pleasure, of lust, and of honesty.
     
     
    When Phantom next had visitors, they noticed a new statue in her foyer. The two rubber-coated objets d’art, kissed each other in a sensual embrace. Each held their partner’s rear tight, and their bodies were forced together in mutual affection.